over the produce at Zupan’s (part II, cont’d.)

This is a terrific part 2, which can stand alone as a short story without the part 1, I think… unless it’s because I still have part 1 in my mind. My head is still trying to get back to short story writing mode while I enjoy being a reader for now.

And when the author dedicates a story to you, it can’t be beat!

I love the characters – they touch my heart.. I can relate.

Ah, lost friendships… lost loves…

*****&*****
Oops, Theresa, I didn’t ask for permission so I hope you’re okay with me re-blogging this. I don’t think I should wait. Haha! Much love and hugs xxx

“The noise the body makes/when the body meets/the soul over the soul’s ocean and penumbra/
is the old sound of up-and-down, in-and-out,/a lump of muscle chug-chugging blood/into the ear; a lover’s/heart-shaped tongue” – Li-Young Lee, “The Cleaving”

Maggie should have just deleted Zinna’s text and pulled out of the parking lot, down Burnside to her new apartment – the whole second floor of a Victorian house, thank you very much – where she would go in and work on the Holbrook account. She had a ton of copyediting to do on Holbrook’s catalog for Holbrook’s of recreational clothing. Not to mention her own fiction and poetry blog.

A bit about me

I'm a Philippine island girl in Africa, a Filipino-South African.
A mad banana woman that I am, I live "la vida loca". The banana part isn’t only because I'm Anna (Banana) but because an old boyfriend had observed that although Asian (yellow on the outside) I'm very much Caucasian in my way of thinking (white in the inside) and my actions, too. It's a rather accurate observation. I am that liberal-thinking and modern-acting Filipino... I remain my tragic-comedic self with a day job in slightly more serious field of Finance, Business Operations and Corporate Affairs.